WANNNNNN!!! WANNNNNNNNNNNN!! “This is not a drill. Everyone out. We are under status emergency. Everyone out!” BEEP! Beeepp!!! “Ugh…” Blessing groaned as she raised her head from the pillow. With another groan, she lifted her body, grudgingly. Her bare feet slapped against the ground as cognition came into her eyes. With one hand against her head, she blinked, noting the red light flashing from the square ceilings up above. “Ah. What now?” She cursed. “This is not a drill. Everyone in the bunkers is advised to evacuate immediately. This is status emergency.” The urgency of the voice overhead blared out consciousness into Blessing. Her eyes widened instantly as she jumped right up. No more was she groaning for more sleep. At least, not when she had almost been killed in an airborne battle the previous day. At least, today, they had taken the luxury to inform them that they were under attack rather than having them figure things out. She looked to her left, seeing the sigh
Ass hat? Blessing pondered on those words as she took her seat right beside the taunting figure of Tabitha. Tabitha laughed, softly, using her hands to cover her mouth as she nudged at her with her foot. Blessing narrowed her eyes at this. But chose to ignore this action from her. THere was only so much that she knew about it. But what she did not enjoy was this annoying action from Tabitha. It didn't matter who she was. However, being that he was new, there was only so little that he could do. Escape to pay her no attention and focus on what they were doing in here. The backstage walls had been cased in velvet curtains. Thick, the type they used in the operas. The pulpit which was placed centerstage, had some microphones in them. It was built in such a way that preachers would appreciate it as it contained an arm rest by the sides. Very flexible for whoever it was that would use it. The whole scenery here reminded her of her schooling back in Lagos. Back in Lagos Nigeria.
“The Bureau is what you can call something secret but nothing secret. We exist and yet do not exist. It is a complex issue that you would not bother to understand lest you come into some confusion. Heck, i know what i am saying is enough to confuse you already.'' Dayo laughed shortly. “Of course, It is.You want to epxlain this shot to her or you want to fry her brains?” Tabitha shouted from her seat, sticking a thumbs down to him. ---------------This action solidified the idea that this whole setup was just for her. This was her orientation since the others in here had already known everything that they had to know about the bureau. However, it touched Blessing in some way. To think that the annoying girl would want to care about her. “Hey,don't get any ideas in your head.” Tabitha turned to her. ”I just want to get out of here on time.” She said, “Oh!” Blessing sighed, realizing the truth of the matter. She only did that so they could be discharged on time. “Please, mind
"No. No. That is not what I am saying. Please. Do not misunderstand the simple point I am trying to pass." The man in the two piece black suit sweater furiously. He leaned back in his swivel chair, his fingers snapping shut and clicking the pen release continuously as he spoke. From the looks of things, he seemed to be having a rather hard time in convincing whoever it was he was speaking with. He inhaled, trying a qpick 360 in his chair. Behind him were the glass window walls. It showed the sights of a rising sun and some morning birds chirping here and there. To the casual observer, this miater was winging it great in his office. However, to the man on the chair, an entire scene was playing out. One which he did not follow. He hated it here. At least, he hated it whenever the head of the board hiked him straight. Ranting in and on about how much they were losing stocks. Like that was on him. He only had one goal. Crack the secrets of the Bureau and come into the promised
“Oh ho!” Dembe laughed, shaking a finger at the French man with his eyes dilating. “You are spoiling for a fight, are you not?” He scoffed. “Typical entitled bastard.” “Mhm. Demas thoughtfully observed him, a smile over his left side of the face. “And as expected, you have been nothing more than just an empty barrel.”Provocatively, he leaned forward, placing his hands on the table in which he sat. “And as we all know, empty barrels make the loudest noise.” “You talk cheap.” Dembe snarled at him.WHOOOM! Cold chills descended in the room. The Air conditioning seemed way too ineffective compared to this as mini gusts of spontaneous wind gales erupted here and there. Furniture shifted over the place, the glass table shattering into pieces.“Eternal Time coffin!” Demas calmly mouthed.DING!A large ethereal clock appeared behind him. With golden hands and a bronze surface, each hour tick having the color of silver. “Chronostasis.” Demas chanted. Dembe's eyes widened at this. He leap
“Ha!” Blessing gasped. The whole landscape was overtaken by a mix of several exploding debris. The earth shook here as people quivered, falling to the ground. Explosions rocked the surface, drilling tension in their already sweaty bodies. Blessing gasped for breath as she looked about. For a split second, she paused, her entire self freezing. She was at the Buteau, was she not? How did she come out here? And worse, what was happening? This looked like world war three was taking place now. And she was thrown right in the middle of the conflict. “Ha!” She gasped for breath. The next second, her feet lost bearing. Her entire frame toppled over as a shell rocked the ground some meters away. The swiftness at which her face slammed into the uneven tarred road. Or what was once a tarred road jarred her. Her body spasmed instantly. Her ears rung, her sense of bearing stunned for a while. The pain in her head rammed hard, destabilizing every attempt of her in trying to rise. “Ahhh!
“Ugh” Leslie grumbled as she knocked on the door once more. It had been a while since she had been here. Prior to the first knock she gave to the door, she took a hasty look at herself. Like the other time, she was back from a sparring session. The Bureau had been holding one after the other tournaments between system holders. Most of them had been for fun to the system holders and entertainment to the system less in the Bureau. But to the Bureau, this was all just some means to get to observe their system in action. Leslie, on her part, had joined the tournaments because it was a great way to burn out the tension in this place.The anger in her body and the rage she felt for not completing the mission. And oh, it was such a nice place to stay away from Prof Bumju. That is, assuming the Prof. was not there to taunt her for not completing a single mission. And worse, he knew about her feelings for Lkan. And non stop, he’d been using that as a yardstick to keep her under. Like s
WANNNNNN!!! WANNNNNNNNNNNN!!! “Everyone out! This is not a drill. Everyone out.” The loudspeaker buzzed out over the entire facility. “Ha!” Blessing gasped as a sense of Congo toon hit her. The bright lights in her room lightened up with an abruptness that jarred her momentarily. She felt sick to the belly as she blinked, trying to get familiar with the harsh lights about. Grateful to be back, Blessing tossed in the bed. Still, She was pissed. While it was relieving what she had seen, a while back was only just some dream, a part of her wished she had not woken up. The truth of the dream was out there. To be awake from it only made her realize how horrible it was. How worse it was. She left her siblings without a single thought to them. All in the search for some power that she knew not the origins of. All for the acceptance of a boy. Just how long could she go? Her heart sighed heavily as her body tensed to rise. Usually, by the sound of the buzzer, she would have jumped up.